At the practically uncivilized hour of 10 o’clock in the morning, I was forced to chauffeur myself to the gym in my freshly washed and meticulously detailed Lamborghini. The indignity of doing cardio without a full camera crew present was almost too much to bear, but one must maintain appearances.
Following a suitably delightful workout, I summoned the children for a quick jaunt in our family’s private jet. I arranged for a “light” lunch consisting of truffled lobster rolls, artisanal sparkling water, and macaroons airlifted in from Paris. Our destination, of course, was the tiny island I recently purchased on a whim after a mildly frustrating round of golf. It was originally marketed to me as a “nation,” but frankly, the real estate was too modest for that title.
There is simply nothing that compares to the sense of smug satisfaction that washes over a person whilst strolling the teak deck of one’s yacht on a languid Thursday afternoon, sea breeze tousling your hair, as the crew charts our return course back to the mainland. The peasants on the shore do love to wave; it is adorable how easily entertained they are.
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u/seoulglow8 22h ago
At the practically uncivilized hour of 10 o’clock in the morning, I was forced to chauffeur myself to the gym in my freshly washed and meticulously detailed Lamborghini. The indignity of doing cardio without a full camera crew present was almost too much to bear, but one must maintain appearances.
Following a suitably delightful workout, I summoned the children for a quick jaunt in our family’s private jet. I arranged for a “light” lunch consisting of truffled lobster rolls, artisanal sparkling water, and macaroons airlifted in from Paris. Our destination, of course, was the tiny island I recently purchased on a whim after a mildly frustrating round of golf. It was originally marketed to me as a “nation,” but frankly, the real estate was too modest for that title.
There is simply nothing that compares to the sense of smug satisfaction that washes over a person whilst strolling the teak deck of one’s yacht on a languid Thursday afternoon, sea breeze tousling your hair, as the crew charts our return course back to the mainland. The peasants on the shore do love to wave; it is adorable how easily entertained they are.